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If you’ve read any of my posts from last week it should be pretty clear that there is quite a bit going on in my life outside of this blog. Between losing my best guy friend and some other stuff I’ve alluded to, I was STRESSED AF and needed to blow off some steam. Clearly my drunk brain thought so too, because at 4 am last Saturday I made a date with this guy I’d been talking to on tinder. Now, when I say talking to, I really mean that I made a date with a guy I’d sent 3 flirty messages to, AKA I knew zilch about him.

The next morning I was not in the mood to date this guy that I had no read on…I mean, he suggested meeting smack dab in the middle of the Superbowl….What the hell was I getting myself into? The main reason I’d answered in the first place was because had a very nice bod, so planning to *HUHH (definition at bottom) would probably have been a better play….you know, use tinder for its real purpose. A date this blind felt as if I was heading to the Superbowl with no stats on the other team, a blunder not even the most amateur of players often make. But as I was heading to Rachel Green‘s to watch the game anyway, I begrudgingly prepped for the date cursing my drunk/horny self.

The game begins and Rachel and I get down to business stuffing our facing with sushi, yelling at the TV and attempting to hype me up for this ‘blind-to-his-personality’ date. We were having so much fun that I was really tempted to bail, but as the first quarter ended it was time for me to go. With nerves in my stomach reminiscent of pre-game jitters, I met him outside the bar and was greeted with a huge kiss on the cheek. He grabbed my hand and said “Come with me” explaining that he lives above the bar and wanted to make a drink instead of buying one. I quickly did the lightening speed calculation in my head and realized 1) he’s as cute as his profile, 2) he seems sane enough , and most importantly 3) he clearly just wants a bang. Everything added up in my mind, so I texted his address to Rachel with one hand as he led me upstairs holding the other.

We get to his place, which was pretty damn nice, and settle onto the couch with gin and tonics in hand. I find out he’s a professional poker player, does krav maga and is all about #GoodVibez. When I asked him why he wasn’t watching the Superbowl, he said he was more interested in getting to know me (TRANSLATION: more interested in getting laid) and ten minutes into the convo, he made a hail mary pass at undoing my bra. I admit, everything was moving pretty fast, but as I was just looking to get it in anyway I didn’t mind. To put it into football terms, this guy’s plays were very effective and he was soon in scoring position.

I won’t go into details but if sex is like a football game then this guy was def Rookie of the Year. Not quite MVP level just yet but very, very good with tons of potential. Our half time show was just as good as Gaga’s and he definitely kept me entertained until he was ready to “play the second half”. He was pretty rough (in a good way) and after both reaching the end zone multiple times, we lay in bed basking in the glow only experienced after surprisingly great sex. I got up about ten minutes later…pillow talk has never been my thing, especially with a stranger…and decided it was time to head out.

As I left we agreed to message each other again if the mood struck, but it wouldn’t be a big deal to never hear from the other again. I grabbed my stuff, got dressed and headed out with a kiss goodbye. Unlike the Pats and Falcons, neither left the game disappointed.

I stepped back out into the cold, winter night, cheeks flushed and a huge smile on my face… Nothing like getting off to get rid of some stress. I headed back to my gal Green who opened the door to her apartment shaking her head in disbelief. The entire tryst lasted about an hour and a half and I was back on her couch in time to catch the end of what turned out to be an extremely exciting game. We unpacked the details of my adventure as the clock wound down and I headed home soon after, smile still on my face.

You know, I look forward to the Superbowl every year. Who doesn’t love an excuse to drink with friends, eat too much, and watch the gloriously gorgeous Tom Brady prove he is truly the #GOAT. This year did not disappoint, and despite being left a little bruised (I did say he was pretty rough), I am really looking forward to whatever Superbowl LII has to offer next year.

*HUHH Definition: Hook up and head home…The quintessential tinder kill. Meet up with the conquest, have (hopefully great) sex, say goodbye and move on with your day.